The Possibility of the Impossible

so corrupt, in this world nothing is ever good enough./ Justice is never truly served,/ majority of population is stuck on feeling sorry for themselves because our generation has grown so weak./ Doubt corrupts the mind/ and takes over the heart./ Love doesn't exist/ and forever is a dream./ Hate is praised/ and help is discouraged./ Hope has died /and faith is just a reach of your hands./ Good is captured /and destroyed or reverted into evil./ Music is a message of destruction,/ stores are the gates of hell,/ and everything that man made/ was created only to kill faster./ Happy is unusual,/ sad is embedded in the soul, leaving a feeling of no where to go./ This,/ is our World. The life we were born into to live./ Only thing is,/ you never realized it's what you make it./ This doesn't have to be the world you live in,/ create your own./This is what i see around me./ This, is the pain i hurt from. /I realized, I don't live for me./ I live for those who live this life. /Beauty is made from the inside out,/ apparel doesn't determine your beauty./ Money doesn't make you rich,/ rich is more the value of yourself./ Love exist, in you./ give it out,/ and receive it from those who live to love you too./ don't mind the others,/ in the world you were made for, they don't exist.